Oh, weel yet div I min' on't
In days lang, lang gane bye,
The dear aul' ramblin' gairden
Sae clear in memory's eye;
There a' jist mixter-maxter
The sweet aul' favourites
grew,
The roses an' the aul' maids'
pride,
Rosemary, thyme an' rue.
The honeysuckle clim't the
wa',
An' aye at early morn
A guff o' sweetness creepit in
Tae tell o' day new-born;
An' through it a' was
marjoram,
Fite bells an' mappie-moo,
An' mony ithers dear tae me
O' ilka shade an' hue.
Anaith the thrawn aul' aipple
tree
The aul' fowk aft wad sit,
An' grandad there wad smoke
an' dream,
An' granny eest tae knit;
They were pairt o' that aul'
gairden,
An' tho' lang since awa'
They linger fondly in my
he'rt,
The best lo'ed o' them a'.